There is something about our daily lives that it never ceases to surprise us. We expect progress and growth and when we see it we are surprised and sometimes moved with emotions.
Just a few days back I posted pictures from my garden of trees with bare branches. This morning I woke up to a different sight.
The garden appeared Much greener today than yesterday
It seems this transformation has happened overnight. Where was I when these leaves were slowly blooming?
Although I did not notice the change, My sister pointed out to me how different my daughter is looking. She looks like a toddler now. Why hasn’t each day registered in my memory when she was growing?
Drop by drop the changes gather
each drop too small to notice
We see them all at once together
a little pond of pieces
Motion comes to stop on a dime
A string of days is strung
Her step the marks of passing time
Seasons on trees are hung
We marvel,the joy and wonder
When and how we surmise
Moments some from time we plunder
Our memories are the prize